Hard Biante hammered the chisel Hard beating the rock Of the Seven he was the wisest one He fixed his loneliness in the stone.
I was walking the ruins of Greece, Some centuries gone, Young and strong, can this be a fault? I read the word, they got my heart.
The most part of the men are bad So he wrote that day
Lonely I crossed life, Stealing love from women, careful not to trust a man Every thing I said, nothing but a lie. Always those words Bouncing in my mind: "Most of the men are bad"
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So he wrote that day
But youth goes away little remains of The pride of man. Sink in deep water, One offered a hand. There was no time to think I grabbed it and prayed. It was very simple, Nothing really to say.
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Wise is the man who doesn't trust But clever the one who's got a friend.
